A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 212 Murderer 1
Not long after, two earth-shattering events occurred in Tianyi Continent.

The first one came from the royal family of Lantian.

It is said that Lan Junque, one of the next candidates for the Lantian Kingdom, who is known as the king of evil gods, was ambushed and killed by a group of men in black on his way to work in Lantian, and all his followers were killed. Forcibly using the forbidden technique, he went mad and became a living dead.

But the encounter of the king and the king did not end there. The other three kings began to bite each other, pointing out that each other was the chief culprit of the murder of the king. Do everything possible to bring down the opponent.

And mutilating candidates is something that Mo Yin taboos the most. For a while, the battle for the heir apparent in Lantian Kingdom has reached a fever pitch.

The current situation in Lantian is quietly changing in the struggle of the kings.

The second one is from the most mysterious and richest sect in Jianghu - Qixianmen.

It is said that the mad master Jun Shu, who had been in retreat for several years at the Qixian Gate, finally came out of the gate with great achievements. However, what was unexpected was that the originally suave and suave master Jun turned into a slim daughter.

After the news came out, the world suddenly boiled, and many people in the world who were tired of their male body headed towards the Qixian Gate, trying to obtain the magic power of transgender from the head of the monarch, and become a woman.

At the same time, many martial arts orthodox despised this technique, and quickly promoted Qixianmen to an evil sect. Fearing that this technique would cause chaos in the world, they also advanced beyond Qixianmen, trying to cause turmoil in the martial arts and hinder social stability. The destruction of the evil cultivation technique killed the bloody wind in its cradle.

As a result, the two forces moved forward like the Qixian Gate at the same time, and the Qixian Gate, which had internal and external troubles, was facing great challenges.

To everyone's surprise, in the vast sea area, a small island quietly emerged from the water, standing inconspicuously in the sea area of ​​Nuo Da. A young disciple left the island with an old and worn-out book, He also walked towards the Qixian Gate where everyone gathered.

And its appearance really triggered a bloody storm in the martial arts world.

These two events mirrored each other, laying a deep lead for the catastrophe of the world more than 20 years later.

These are all later stories.

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At this time, the two important figures who disturbed the situation were sitting in the carriage. Of course, the one sitting was Xiao Muli, and the one floating was Lan Junque.

Because of Lan Junque's special situation, Xiao Muli unceremoniously made the most of it, half ordering and half coercing the man in blue to prepare a carriage for them.

While eating snacks, Xiao Muli directed the man in blue to play all kinds of music, and he really got addicted to being a sect master.

"Idiot, would you like to try this sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's sweet and delicious, it melts in your mouth, it's really delicious." Xiao Muli ate very happily, and he didn't forget to ask Yang Jingfeng who was driving the car.

"No need, I don't like sweets." Yang Jingfeng said with a pure smile on his lips.

Xiao Muli shook his head and said, "If you don't eat sweets, your life will be much less fun."

After saying this, I suddenly realized that such a conversation seemed familiar.

Who did you tell?

I can't remember it at all, it seems to be left behind, and it seems not to be.

Hey, never mind.

Xiao Muli shook his head, and continued to eat pastry happily, while eating, he did not forget to accompany the rhythm outside, singing vaguely:

"That life was dark, endless pale

You come on the waves, you are the only color

Snow-white clothes, dyed with the blue of Wangchuan

......"

These are the lyrics and music that she composed herself in the hundreds of years that have not been left behind in the Nether Soul Realm.

It was originally a sad tune, but because of her mood, she sang it very happily.

Memories of past life happiness slowly surfaced in my mind.

"Call..."

Just as he was singing, he heard Yang Jingfeng yell urgently, pulling the reins with both hands, and the running carriage stopped suddenly.

(End of this chapter)